There is a room with four tables,
The first table is for the eternally brave,
Who believe in the power of fables,
And their faith in life beyond the grave.
When I was young I would hide behind a tree,
Petrified of the bullies that were after me,
Later I learned to run and I purchased a gun,
But never wandered outside in the Sun.
There is a room with four tables,
The second table is for the despairing,
They stare at computers and cables,
And pretend they are the caring.
As I grew older I hid in my room,
Unable to face the breaking dawn,
Mortified by the green and rustic gloom,
And unable to lay on the windswept lawn.
There is a room with four tables,
The third table is for the chronically unwell,
They barely make a sound and have no labels,
They are forgotten by Heaven and Hell.
For the first 60 years I was just fearful,
After that I became terrified,
Those around me were tearful;
And completely horrified.
At the fourth table I sit by myself,
Thanking God I have my Health.
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David Wakeling (
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I am glad you have your health after sitting at the first three tables. A life begun in fear is a difficult one. Well written
Yes it is. But there is a lot to be afraid of.Thanks for your insight compadre.
At times the fourth table can be the barest of all but on certain times and moments it can be the fullest as well. Just realising it is similar with all the other tables. haha... makes me feel delusional sometimes. 🕊️🙏🏻
Quite a good interpretation mi amigo. Your insightful comments are always appreciated
Oh nice. It felt like I was a bit off-base🙏🏻🕊️
Well written ,You spoke from your heart, poem serves to illuminate the diverse experiences of individuals facing life's challenges, ultimately conveying a message of hope and gratitude for health, emphasizing the importance of recognizing and empathizing with different human conditions.
Thanks for commenting
Excellent write David
Thanks mi amigo
You're welcome
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